Charles Dawson Shanly, Once a Week, Series 1, Volume V… (1861)
“ Rifleman, fling me the locket!—’Tis she, My brother’s young bride—and the fallen dragoon Was her husband—Hush! soldier, ’twas Heaven’s decree, We must bury him; there, by the light of the moon! “But, hark! the far bugles their warnings unite; War is a virtue—weakness a sin: There’s lurking and loping around us to-night ”
